She remembers what it says in the Book, when Jesus’ disciples gathered for Pentecost,
She’s been sitting outside lately and noticing the sound of the wind. Watching the trees move, branches holding the darting birds. They jump and sing, noisily declaring their message.
She listens to each one, every one with a different call in their own ‘language’.
She thinks, “God must have made have each one unique so He could hear their voice in their all-at-onceness in praising Him.”
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